All you see is the outside shell of a man,
Young, fit and full of energy but I'm bleeding internally.
Only my perspective can see that the pain rises and falls.
How long I have, no one knows.
You say I have plenty of time left but my pockets say differently.
Time doesn't heal everything.
The lack of funds kill me slowly and I'm running out apparently.
I stay silent.
A cryptic message remains my talent so you'll never find it.
Hidden in...